Superb track and performance, wonderful sound and production!!!🎵🔥🎵🔥

great melody combo;flute and guitar..I hear your cry for a better place..as an optimist I think you can keep pointing out the problems and if there is more good than bad in the world. a herd mentality can emerge  and we can stop the maddness..love your narrative

Great mix of Instruments. Guitar, flute and mandoline, so nice!

But I don't think it will take a billlion years. It will be much sooner.

" It is kinda like weathering a storm, while simultaneously balancing anger and frustration with compassion and unconditional love." ... well said.

This song is really well done, with a very original and talented text and arrangement. 🔝🆗

Hey… thanks for dropping by. Years ago, I mentioned to a 30 something co-worker: At this point, I’ve already lived 2 of your lives so far. I was old then, older now, and at times I reflect back on ‘where I came from’ in the essence of my younger days. I have gone through some profound changes since then realizing the necessity of doing so. A childhood friend recently visited me. He went back to my old stomping grounds and told everyone: Mark’s really mellowed out. It was true. I suspect a lot of us have had these ‘crossroads’ moments. Granted, I am still rather rough around the edges. Hahaha. The ghosts (bad memories) of my past are often reminders, letting me know how it was back then. In a timeless sense, I don’t want to go back to that old life. This song is a louder, grumpier companion to: This Crow, Don’t Ya Know. It reveals the struggle to get to that place where… all of a sudden I found myself ‘under the trees’ with the crows. Hope you like it…. Mark

Ghosts & Bad Memories

Sometimes things get a little hectic and i have to get away so i grab a quiet corner and my guitar and sit there and slip away from Time into my own Space. I suppose you could say, " When i need to find myself, I loose myself. 
Written, played , produced by: Johnny Mc Farlane

Time & Space

LYRICS
I dreamed someone was waiting
On the platform when I got there
I rubbed some dirt from off my shoes
Put a comb through my hair

But no welcome home
So good to see you again
And I was alone
In the rain

I looked around but nothing had changed
It was the same
No cheering crowds no shaken hands
No hero's back again

But no welcome home
So good to see you again
And I was alone
In the rain

Instrumental

But no welcome home
So good to see you again
And I was alone
In the rain

Outro

The Hero's Return

sharing this cover from a local malagasy artist. this is a jam session with a friend on vocals at the farm, 
forgive my piano mistakes 

Cover Lalatiana | by Rina.& friend

Billions Of Years From Now came about as I pondered this endless plight of humanity, and the apparent possibilities of our extinction by our own hands, which does seem diametrically opposed to our oft benign nature, especially during crises. These aren’t original ideas, as so many others throughout history have thought about this as well. To Love The World Anyway is a phrase that asks us to care about the world even in difficult times, through personal hardship and suffering, by accepting the world as it is. When I first heard this phrase, I laughed at its apparent, naive folly. Over the years though, as I cared for plants and animals, and helped others (often begrudgingly)… I was slowly learning about what loving the world anyway really means. It is kinda like weathering a storm, while simultaneously balancing anger and frustration with compassion and unconditional love. Being a parent has taught me a lot about this as well. In other news… we just endured a powerful winter blizzard, with heavy snow, and strong winds that caused a lot of snow drifting. The best drift in the yard was in my driveway. It is 4 feet deep. After the storm blew through, the temps dropped to well below zero. I was outside shoveling for a good part of the day. A neighbor with a backhoe was plowing out our drifted-in road, and was making a few 15 foot piles of snow along the way. Some of us were essentially snowed in. There are thick ice jams on the roof which have revealed another place I’ll need to patch this spring. During the winter, I usually go up on the roof and shovel the deep snow off of it. Later that day, I put extra forage out for the animals, and noticed one rabbit had holed up underneath an old couch I have outside on the porch. The local elk herd (Wapiti) is down out of the mountains now. The herd can be seen in the hay fields just down the road from here. They head for the windswept, south facing knolls, and it is fascinating to see how they survive in this harsh climate. Once in a late night blizzard, I had to stop on the road, and was engulfed in the elk herd as they passed by. There were a hundred or so in the herd. Well, hope you like this song. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

Billions Of Years From Now

A song about the ultimate bond, one of unconditional love and complete surrender. 

Vocals (Composition, Arrangement & Performance): Elpiverse
Keyboards (Composition, Arrangement & Performance): @counterworlds-voltage
Mix, Mastering: Elpiverse (with valuable guidance from @counterworlds-voltage)
Production: @counterworlds-voltage, Elpiverse
Lyrics: Elpiverse
Cover Art: Elpiverse

Floating
Drifting
Soft 
And warm

Floating
Drifting
Soft 
And warm

Breathe

Dreaming of the light 
Sleeping by your side

Breathe

Breathe

Umbilical Love

SEE By Zitou Itou + Hansohioma + Wildsilences

In My Arms

Up up and out-composed by Jo Richter of Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches and Jeff Gardiner of StonerJazz--Specifically created for the debut of our new Album on BANDCAMP--12 Song from our previous Collaborations for your listening pleasure--Please stop by and spin a few tracks --Maybe purchase a song or the whole album if you can afford it:):)-- big Thanks to Jo for all his brilliant work on these songs and To all of you who have shown Love =--Cheers to all:) jeff g

In gleaming kinds of sunlight  angles 
perception melts like vinyl
never molded pressed and dusted
molested infested encrusted in thoughts abstract emotions-

deciphering that treacherous ending
the Eagle eagerly covets
more than vain cacophonies of content
no longer into memory burnt
but Wow what a cool vice of virtue to pursue...

The sparkling current, predatory juice eternal
the perfect flowing lucre of the gods
which has no conscience, just the doing
and liquid lizards languish in just that light
for the luminosity of a single eternity

my hands are tied behind my back
everything is turning black
awkward hope distant and receding
just a glimmer getting dimmer by the minute
had to call the baby sitter
i don't think i'm gonna make it home for dinner
i don't think i'm gonna make it home at all--

UP UP AND OUT_ Title song to the New Richter-Gardiner collab LP on Bandcamp-Check it out! see link

Texte Français et Google Traduction

LES VRAIS DU FAUX
Ils ont beau dire, ils ont beau faire
Tous leurs sourires sont à l’envers
Beaucoup de trop, et çà se voit
Se sentant haut tant ils s'y croient.
Sous apparence vivent au-dessus
Dans l'insolence voir même plus
Jouant les meilleurs se sentant beaux
En rois de coeur, qui sonnent faux
Riant de tout, même pas marrant
Quand on s’en fout complètement
Ils s’intéressent sans écouter
Et puis ils laissent tout çà tomber.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Ils congratulent dans le mépris,
Nous prennent pour nuls et puis aussi
Sans de scrupule en font leurs vies.
En tête de rang, la bonne place
Tous les gênants ils les déplacent
Se faisant grand  ils les remplacent.
L'hypocrisie en bandoulière
Car çà aussi ils savent la faire
Ils continuent, se croyant fort
Tout au-dessus, voir plus encore.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Tout çà se voit et on le sent 
Alors pourquoi perdre son temps
Laissons tomber une fois pour toute
Plus les garder sur notre route.
Car peu importe, faut avancer
Fermant  nos portes, les oublier
Laissons les dirent, laissons les faire
Prendre un soupir à l'ordinaire
Sentiments sains, bons ressentis
Pour que demain, saine soit la vie.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

THE TRUES FROM THE FALSE

No matter what they say, no matter what they do
All their smiles are upside down
Too many, and it shows
Feeling high as they believe in it.
Under appearance live above
In insolence see even more
Playing the best feeling beautiful
In kings of hearts, who ring false
Laughing at everything, not even funny
When we don't care at all
They are interested without listening
And then they drop it all.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

They congratulate in contempt,
Take us for rubbish and then too
Unscrupulously make their lives out of it.
At the head of the row, the right place
All the troublesome ones they move them
Making themselves big they replace them.
Hypocrisy on the shoulder
Because that too they know how to do
They continue, believing themselves strong
All above, even more.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

All this can be seen and felt 
So why waste your time
Let's give up once and for all
No longer keep them on our way.
Because it doesn't matter, you have to move forward
Closing our doors, forgetting them
Let them say it, let them do it
Take a sigh at the ordinary
Healthy feelings, good feelings
So that tomorrow, life will be healthy.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

LES VRAIS DU FAUX

at the disco
goin’ all the way
with a speedball
on an empty day

i wonder if i stopped my cryin’
i wonder if i stopped now

crooked halo
all you’ve got today
your dependents
better back away

i wonder if i stopped my cryin’
i wonder who i’d be now

in the moonlight
goin’ all the way
to the river
gonna watch for day

i wonder if i stop my crying’
i wonder what i’d see now

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Thanks to Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely, Jacques DiCroce, Janine Levinson, David Weiss, and Wheelwright for encouragement and the fine tooth comb.

Pity Party

Hey. I am a late bloomer musically. Initially I started on acoustic guitar, then within the last 4 years: Banjo, slide guitar, dobro, recorder, harmonica and singing.  Most of my songs are rough, unpolished, unpracticed, recordings made on an old laptop. Thank you for the love and support, the insights and ideas, the camaraderie and fellowship, Lammbone

Billions Of Years From Now

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